I kept licking and sucking through every pulse, every tremor, drinking down every drop of her release like it was the elixir of life itself. Her thighs clamped around my head, silver hair sticking to her flushed skin as wave after wave of intense pleasure ripped through her powerful body.

Even as she came, I didn’t slow down.

I kept fingering her through the orgasm, drawing it out, pushing her higher until her second climax slammed into her right after the first—harder, wetter, more intense.

Her entire body shook. Her cold, regal mask shattered completely as she moaned loudly, hips grinding desperately against my mouth.

Only when her thighs finally went limp and her breathing came in ragged gasps did I pull back slightly, lips and chin glistening with her cum, silver eyes burning with insatiable hunger.

But I wasn’t done.

Not even close.

My cock throbbed painfully behind the fabric of my trousers, thick and leaking, but I forced myself to ignore it. This moment was too precious to rush. My mother—Elizabeth, the Silver Sovereign—sat before me in her ornate chair, legs still parted, her regal body trembling faintly from the aftershocks of her first real orgasms. Her long silver hair, identical to mine, clung in damp strands to her flushed cheeks and neck. Her silver eyes, usually so sharp and unyielding, were slightly glazed, yet she fought valiantly to keep her expression cold and neutral.

She was breathing deeper than before, her full, heavy breasts rising and falling beneath the tight battle attire that strained against them. The hardened peaks of her nipples were clearly visible now, pressing insistently against the fabric like two small diamonds.

I rose slowly between her spread thighs, my long silver hair brushing against her skin as I leaned forward. My hands moved with deliberate reverence to the fastenings of her top. One by one, I undid the clasps, peeling the reinforced fabric away from her chest.

Elizabeth watched me with that same stern, regal gaze, though a faint furrow appeared between her brows.

"What is the purpose of this?" she asked, voice steady and commanding, as if she were questioning a subordinate on the battlefield rather than her son exposing her breasts.

"To fully understand the curse’s spread, Mother," I answered calmly, my voice low and thick with lust. "It may have reached here as well."

She considered my words for a moment, then gave a single, imperious nod. "Proceed."

The fabric fell away, and her breasts spilled free—full, heavy, and perfectly shaped, crowned with stiff, rosy nipples that had darkened from arousal. They were larger than I had imagined, soft yet firm, with a gentle weight that made them sway slightly as she breathed. The pale skin was flawless, marked only by the faint flush of her rising desire.

A low, hungry groan escaped me. I cupped one heavy breast in both hands, feeling its warmth and weight, my thumbs brushing over the sensitive peak. Elizabeth’s breath hitched ever so slightly, but her face remained cold.

I leaned in and took her nipple into my mouth.

The moment my lips closed around the stiff bud, I sucked gently at first, then harder, drawing it deep into my mouth. My tongue swirled around it in slow, wet circles, flicking the tip before sucking again with rhythmic, hungry pulls. Her nipple hardened even more against my tongue, pebbled and sensitive. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Elizabeth’s hands tightened on the arms of the chair, knuckles whitening once more. A soft, barely audible exhale left her lips—the only sign that my mouth on her breast was affecting her.

I switched to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same devoted attention. I sucked harder this time, hollowing my cheeks, while my hand kneaded the soft, heavy flesh of her other breast, fingers sinking into the yielding mound. I pinched and rolled the neglected nipple between my fingers, tugging lightly, then soothed it with gentle strokes.

Her breathing grew heavier. I could feel her heart racing beneath my lips. Yet she still sat straight, posture almost unnaturally regal, as though she refused to acknowledge the electric pleasure shooting from her breasts straight down to her dripping pussy.

I pulled back for a moment, strings of saliva connecting my lips to her glistening nipple, and looked up at her.

"Mother... your body is reacting strongly here too," I murmured, voice husky. "Does it feel strange?"

She met my gaze with those piercing silver eyes, voice calm and matter-of-fact. "It feels... warm. Unfamiliar. But it is only the curse. Continue your examination."

Her ignorance made my cock twitch violently.

I dove back in, devouring her breasts with renewed hunger. I sucked one nipple deep while my hand massaged the other, then alternated, licking broad stripes across the soft undersides before capturing the peaks again. I gently bit down on one stiff bud—just enough to make her thighs twitch—then soothed the sting with slow, wet laps of my tongue.

Soft, wet sucking sounds filled the chamber as I feasted on her heavy tits. Her silver hair shifted as her head tilted back slightly, though her expression remained stern, fighting every moan that tried to escape.

After long minutes of worshipping her breasts, I trailed kisses down the valley between them, over her toned stomach, and back between her parted thighs.

Her pussy was even wetter now—glistening, swollen, and dripping fresh nectar down onto the seat of the chair. The scent was stronger, headier, driving me wild.

I gripped her powerful thighs and spread them wider, then buried my face between them once more.

This time I ate her out with slow, deliberate passion. My tongue dragged lazily from her entrance up to her clit, savoring every drop of her sweet, tangy juices. I circled her swollen clit with the flat of my tongue, then flicked it rapidly before sucking the sensitive nub between my lips with gentle, rhythmic pulls.

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